The Unconventional Genius of the Magical World

Jalen was quite satisfied with Freyr's reaction. He handed over the crystal ball and said, "Come, let me see your talent. I promised your father to teach you, but only if you have magical talent. Otherwise…"

Freyr looked up and asked, "What should I do?"

"Place your hands on the crystal ball and hold it tightly. Then, try to think of something—happy or angry, it doesn't matter. Just stir up your emotions as much as possible," Jalen replied, his tone now cold. "Let's see your talent."

Freyr stepped forward and carefully placed his hands on the cool, smooth crystal ball, taking a deep breath. "Concentrate now, bring out your most profound memories, whether happy or angry," Jalen instructed with a touch of severity in his voice.

Freyr took a few steps closer, placed his hands on the crystal ball, and gripped it firmly. The touch was cold, yet smooth.

"Focus, now begin… think about the most significant events in your life, whether joyful or angry…" Jalen's hypnotic voice echoed in Freyr's ears.

Freyr closed his eyes and began searching his memories…

Jalen watched as the crystal ball in his hands started to glow, at first dimly but gradually growing brighter.

The proud Wizard couldn't help but show a hint of surprise. He looked at the glowing crystal ball, then at little Freyr in front of him, and let out an involuntary "Hmm."

Freyr, however, didn't feel great. He felt a surge of emotions as memories from his past life flooded his mind…

Transported inexplicably to an unknown world, the clear memories of his past life now seemed like a long, fading dream. The longer he was awake, the blurrier the memories became. Despite this being normal, it saddened Freyr deeply.

The crystal ball grew brighter, and a flicker of surprise flashed in Jalen's eyes. His attitude towards Freyr softened significantly. "My child, your performance truly surprised me. At not even six years old, your magical talent far exceeds that of ordinary people, even surpassing most apprentices. I am very pleased with your potential," the Grand Wizard's address shifted from "child" to "my child."

Freyr smiled bitterly inside. Perhaps this was the unique trait of being a "transmigrator," the accumulation of two lifetimes.

Wizard Jalen put away the crystal ball and then had Freyr sit down. "Now, I need to test another of your abilities. I will teach you a simple magic spell. You need to meditate and feel the natural forces. Then, tell me what you sense."

Freyr carefully memorized the incantation Jalen recited. The simple, archaic sounds carried a hint of mystery.

"Meditate sincerely, concentrate. This is crucial; it will determine if you can become a Wizard… Many with more magical talent than you have failed because they couldn't pass this test."

"What should I do?" Freyr asked, frowning.

"Do nothing. Just chant the spell in your mind, let your heart feel, sense your surroundings—cold, heat, or sound, anything. It's not difficult."

Freyr did as instructed. He sat down naturally, assuming a cross-legged posture. This pose intrigued Jalen. The Wizard then placed an hourglass nearby to measure the time…

The fine sand trickled down, and young Freyr sat quietly for a long time. Finally, he opened his eyes and hesitated, "Wizard, sir…"

"Oh? What did you sense?"

"I…" Freyr said reluctantly, "I felt hungry."

Jalen was somewhat frustrated by this answer. Clearly, although the child had remarkable magical talent, he lacked the ability to sense magical elements in nature.

While the amount of magical power was important, it wasn't the only criterion. Mental strength could be gradually enhanced through meditation. Those with naturally strong mental abilities could start at a higher point.

However, the key test was the ability to sense magical elements in nature!

Jalen had taught several magical apprentices before. Some had less magical talent than young Freyr but were still outstanding. One student had, in their first test, sat for less than half the hourglass's time before standing up and conjuring a small flame on their fingertip. That student went on to specialize in fire magic.

Another apprentice had been able to hear the sounds of the wind in the sky during their test and later specialized in wind magic.

Jalen's most exceptional student had, during their first test, caused the water in a vase to rise and form a fist-sized water ball that floated in midair, undispersed.

In short, those truly gifted to become Wizards showed various phenomena during this initial test. Yet, despite his apparent innate magical talent, Master Freyr showed no signs of such abilities.

This could only mean one thing… he wasn't suited to be a Wizard.

"Sigh, what a pity that the gods granted him such innate mental strength. If he had passed the test, his starting point would have been higher than others," Jalen thought with regret but quickly dismissed it due to his pride.

After all, having stronger mental strength was like having greater physical strength in a fight; it didn't necessarily mean victory. Like how a strong ox could still lose to a lion.

Still… it was a pity.

Seeing Wizard Jalen's gloomy expression as he exited the room, the Earl, who had been waiting outside for a long time, immediately understood the result.

As expected…

"My Lord Earl, I am very sorry. Your son does not have the talent to become a Wizard. It seems the gods did not bless him in this regard. I suggest you find another field in which he might excel," Jalen added reluctantly, "Forgive my bluntness… In my decades of magical research, I have never encountered someone quite like your son…"

At this point, Wizard Jalen sighed, turned without saying goodbye, and left. After a few steps, he seemed to remember something and turned back. "Oh, if you insist on him pursuing a magical path, I recommend Potioncraft. After all, a Potioner is somewhat considered a type of Wizard."

With that, Wizard Jalen waved his hand, scattering a handful of golden powder, and disappeared in a burst of flames.